I just realized that by putting "9 months" and the word "announcement" in the same sentence that I might have just freaked people out. Heck, I freaked myself out. NO, not pregnant. But everything does have to do with babies.
First baby: this one:
OMGeeee, she is 9 months old today! (Only 3 more months of nursing, yesssssss) This girl is just, well, there are no words. We are finally past the 9 month sleep regression (thank you Jesus) and she is finally over the annoying whining/singing that occurs at every waking moment. I actually think she's just frustrated she can't crawl yet.
Her personality is so alive and real and I *love* this stage. Well, except for the diva part.
Last night, as I was rocking her to sleep, I forced myself to take in every single moment. I mean, I was holding a baby. MY baby. I was overwhelmed with how lucky I am. That, no matter how hard and crappy it can be sometimes, I never ever take a moment for granted. It all can be taken away tomorrow. I could never have this experience again. You never know. In that rocking chair I was humbled and emptied and filled and just so grateful.
OK, now onto my next baby. This blog. I've had a love/hate relationship with it in the past but it kept calling me back (we went over this already, like a while ago or something). And now, it's being born into something new. (see what did there?, good job Kristine.)
Today is the last day of The Fire Within. This blog, you all, have treated me so well. But it's time she blossoms into something new. Actually this blossoming has been in the works for a few months now and tomorrow will be the next chapter in, hopefully, a long book. Man, I'm getting too frilly and sentimental - especially on a Tuesday morning.
BUT STAY TUNED. I'm so excited I'm kind of jumping out of my skin. Peace Out.